"No, you wouldn't. I know you love my un-tattooed skin too much," he murmured, voice thick with want as Stephen stroked his cock, moaning in frustration when Stephen squeezed the base and bucking back against his fingers, needing more.
He stayed quiet as Stephen pulled his fingers out, gasping when Stephen pushed in. Even after being prepped, he knew he was still tight and without the lube, the burn was ever-present, shooting up his spine as Stephen pushed in fully. "Christ," he muttered, waiting for it to subside before nodding and pushing back. "Please, Stephen, need you to fuck me."